their lives are a mystery
they make it their career
in the single files of history
fall and disappear
swearing they'll get even
with all those other creeps
philistines and Heathens
they violently sleep
or steal from cigarette machines
just for the change
to get back to where they've been
a doorway in the rain
back in the confession box
back in the slums
desire burns like chicken pox
underneath the thumbs
a refugee from purgatory
wears a crown of thorns
turns out she's a gringo
of hard circumstance
limbo baby limbo
they want to see you dance
take the tradesman's entrance
take it out on a tramp
every fucking sentence
complains about the damp
the only girl is a faint cry
in the garden of cement
wait until the paint dries
it's a big event
look through heaven's window
with their opalescent panes
limbo baby limbo
down the Boulevard of shame
10.27.2008
10.25.2008
Safe
A leaf falling from the top of a tall tree
Has acheived more than me
I am unable to move beyond my Mother's womb
Kicking through the heaps of autumn leaves
While my skeletal brother clings limply to a branch
He tells the sparrows he's an individual
But we both know he remains
Because he can't let go
Has acheived more than me
I am unable to move beyond my Mother's womb
Kicking through the heaps of autumn leaves
While my skeletal brother clings limply to a branch
He tells the sparrows he's an individual
But we both know he remains
Because he can't let go
10.23.2008
10.19.2008
Words
So what
If I am mildly obsessed with finding the perfect font
At least
I am showing an appreciation towards a man-made object
For once
Doesn't that make me more of a boy?
If I am mildly obsessed with finding the perfect font
At least
I am showing an appreciation towards a man-made object
For once
Doesn't that make me more of a boy?
10.14.2008
Nose
The nose knows
More than the fingers
More than the toes
The nose knows
And like the ears
It always grows
The nose knows
So always follow
Where it goes
The nose knows
I don't know why
It just got chose.
More than the fingers
More than the toes
The nose knows
And like the ears
It always grows
The nose knows
So always follow
Where it goes
The nose knows
I don't know why
It just got chose.
10.07.2008
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